FAMINE ◄ cont.
THE GLANCE HE GIVES IS PLAYFUL, there is hardly a need to look up since her perch simply puts her closer to HIS level. Hunched over and satisfying that oral fixation brings Famine just a subtle lift upward of his one good eye.
« Why would I be complaining? I’m just making an observation of your inescapable habit is all. » War leans back onto his heels and crosses his arms along his thick bare chest, to anyone else he would look imposing. « What flavour did you just devour, hmm? »









